A romantic world stretching out
Must be yours at last
The gods will shout
A lovespell cast
Won’t hear the wakeup call
Flowers and leaves
For you they fall
Make leitmotivs
The gold of you
Even in my dreams
Enchantingly true
So it seems
We’re all sly and tease
They love us together
Let’s kiss we might make world peace
But the weight of a feather
Can make a ticklish man fall
So give me your hand
A gesture so small
Trees don’t stand
Do you like it that way
Crossing the rhyme?
I know you won’t stay
But I am thyme
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do
You should know
That I’d die for you
Then you could go
Love this glimerence
Even when the shimmer ends
That spark in your eye
It’s aphrodisiac
Going all maniac
I’m all ready to die
Might be the 8th sin
Elizabeth in style
But ideas aren’t worthwhile
And victor doesn’t win
Why would god make me yours
You won’t take nor belive
I could be your Addams apple
stuck in your throat
Swallowed me whole
Like your deepest secret
******* at your sword
To get it out
Fluid life
Will you let me bleed out or choke me to death in favour of my heart?
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 1:25 PM UTC
Exaggeration is a writer’s best friend,
aside from a paper and pen.
If it’s a only a small river,
we see a massive sea
and when they turn around,
we watch them leave.
There is one cloud
but we see the whole sky,
they say hellos and
we only hear that one goodbye.
Exaggeration is a writer’s best friend,
we don't notice beginnings, we write of the end.
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 10:50 AM UTC
The Moiren wove your live
from womg to grave
knew that you would dive
led you with their Irricht through winter cave
You ran behind their thread
your youth exhaled in spring air
given to the Naiad your wonder was dead
the Moiren now find a new adventure
You found yourself floating in a river
till you were called by her hymn
when the moon went high it made you shiver
and the summer lights went dim
In fall you fell
the Banshees mourned your death
but you´ll rise the Moiren could tell
so waiting you sat on the reef
You´re looking for the Irrlicht
guiding you
The Naiads
celebrating you
Got lured by Lorellei
So the Banshees sang
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 9:40 AM UTC
The thing that scares me the most is to forget
This fortnight hunts me
Every moment does
Two weeks so easy to waste
Things so easy to forget
Lists stacked on me
Words I musn´t forget
Even though so easy
A fortnight for the best time of my life
then again I´ll put on my suit
once again mute
like all the screaming men
there´s so many words lost in businessjackets
stars trapped in computers
of men who forgot
from time to time you´ll see a crystal in their eyes
and when it melts (if their heart is warm enough still)
they cry it onto their computer
once I stared at a screen so long
I only saw snow shimmering
flying crystals from the sky
fade and wash everything away
I couldn´t bare to be one of them
(for you see)
It´s not only my independent doom
All my thoughts turned into poems
and im so scared
to watch them fade
I am their creator
I give them soul
undone they float
like ghosts in the limbo
forgotten and never birthed
those pale crystal constructions
like chromosomes & cells built me
4 dimensional spirits
2 dimensional bodies
through 3 dimensional hands
I cut out pieces of my soul
to give them souls of their own
if I don´t trap them
in icy white plane
with the I gave them
wings
they´ll end like Icarus
taking my soul with them
into the deep puddle
if their forgotten
so am
I
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 9:28 AM UTC
The pain you gave me made me heal
Made me feel real
When my thoughts turned into a spiral
And i found myself in a trial
I ended up at my existence
No big resistance
For days flow of feelings
Staring at different ceilings
But it all happened so real
And for a moment a glance i steal
On myself
Which i stored on a shelf
Locked in a room
Called doom
Ivy over the facade
In which I laid
Curtains over my eyes
To fall in a sleep of rolling dice
Seeing you through the curtain
Made me think for certain
Lifted one arm out the ivy
Which held me so tightly
Might i fall
And then crawl
To the door of doom
My vision sore of gloom
A glance inside
Makes me want to hide
The ivy i felt
Of which i was held
May my heart´s weight
Make me fall down straight
May the facade i had chosen fall
The ivy loosen even if it grew tall
Ivy as tight as a hug
Made me be stuck
It had cut through my skin
But it held me thin
To an ornate **** im *******
I would never be crude
Now i hang in it
And sang of lilit
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 9:25 AM UTC